Waltz of Spring E-Book

Anand Bose

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Sachliteratur, Reportagen, Biografien
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2019

Beschreibung

This is a Novella with the heart of poetry and the mind of prose. The writing is the form of experimental literature. The author has coined new Idioms, new figures of speech. There is also the portrayal of a character sketch.  There are also autobiographical nuances. Life's journey is revealed through Epiphanies.  

Leseprobe

Anand Bose

Waltz of Spring

BookRix GmbH & Co. KG80331 Munich

September 8th 2019

Morning was a slow itching day without nothing much to happen. I was feeling sad about not accomplishing my wishes. But I am hopeful and filled with the language of cheerful optimism. The sky lay like an oven of bright clouds. Amongst the clouds I could see Garuda, the Indian mythic bird which is the symbol of the Indonesian flag. I am wondering if my wishes are coming true. Yes, they are and I can feel it in my heart. Seeing Garuda is good fortune and I feel so happy about it. For a long time I have been wanting my life to be stabilized, with more money to satisfy my material needs. I need money to travel all over the world and I want to write my passions out. Now my dreams have started working out my wishes in harmony. I have been very generous with money, giving lots to the church when I had money. Now I have only enough for my needs and I live a hand to mouth existence. My sleep is being regularized by the psychiatric medicines that I take. I have been identified with Bipolar disorder.

To write is to make an existence come alive. The spirit and the soul work behind the scenes creating a tensional harmony. To explore the lands of many people, to taste, touch and feel the manna of experiences is a writer being stimulated. Writing is the four seasons of experience. Summer is elated writing. Spring brings out pathos of thought and feeling. Autumn signifies moods and thoughts of writing. Winter is an occurrence of anguish and angst. Writing is also the art of wish fulfillment. Writing is a   therapeutic art. Writing expresses words that cannot be spoken. Writing is the magic of the pen. Writing is the weaving craft of desire. Writing is the character sketch of people. Writing edifies the soul. There  is a soul of thought in writing. Writing is the cathartic release of the body. Writing realizes the dream of the writer. Writing pours out the angst of the soul. Writing is a melancholic soliloquy. Why am I writing like this? I don’t know. I am a restless writer. What is the art of the writer? The depths of feeling, the warmth of emotion, the passion of reason are all existential philosophies to liberate the writer. Writing is grounded in the use of the ellipse. One is forced to write out of necessity. A writer’s prose is broken but clarity cannot be decimated. Writing can be an obscure rendition as human emotions are palpable. Where does the writer belong? Am I the writer seeking recognition? Shame on me! I write because passions live in me. Am I being truthful when I write? When I write my fictional self takes over. The fictional self gorges the pen. The real self is subdued and the author is the self – the master writer. Writing happens when one is forced to write and also when the writer indulges in the pleasure of the pen. Writing is the alter-ego taking over. Writing is a mania to overcome what’s a phobia in the real world. Writing is mytho-poetic exercise. Writing can be an illusion of the pen. One indulges in writing as one is forced to love it. Writing is an art of the epicurean self. Writing frees the writer from the self inflicted guilt. Writing is the religion of the writer. The poem is the heart of the soul and prose the body of passions. Writing releases the self to a pure existential catharsis. I am what I am: I am a writer too. Why clamor for recognition? Why seek aplomb? You have to write the joy of the heart in a melodious poem of art

Two Dreams

I had two spectacular and strange dreams. In one dream I saw a suitcase and in the other I dreamt of a bank. A suitcase indicates a long distance voyage and a bank indicates a lot of money coming my way. I augur that these dreams will be perfectly realized on earth.

Assorted Drabble

The Pharaoh and Bad luck

One of my close relatives, my wife’s aunt is having cancer and it has reached the 4th stage. We went to pay her a visit at her home. That was when I gazed at the wall in the house and saw a sculpture of an Egyptian, Pharaoh Queen with the serpent on her head. Then I started pondering on the curse of the Pharaoh. And I am wondering if curse of the Pharaoh is afflicting the sickness of cancer on her body.

Shitoria

Once there was country called Shitoria  and the population was called as Shitorleans. Their mind was always Shitesque and that meant they were emotional people. Shitoria was a democracy. But sad to say: the fanatics of shit-cult religion got into power and they were called as Shitearrati. The shiteratti are religious fanatics and they ruined the economy with demonetization and GST. The head of Shitoria is a Prime Minster having no education. Shiteratti are pounding and arresting the shitorians of the former democratic regime.

September 5th 2019

No nothing new and surprising this day. The day lagged as a couch on bed. Thoughts poured into my mind as a vessel. I feel sad that I am making no winnings for the lottery. Yes, I seek the gentle pleasures of music in a longing body. I am always in thought about visiting famous art galleries, buying books of my favorite authors. I have found the Bible: Message very interesting to read. My soul is very restless. Sometimes I feel that God does not want me and I am far away from him. Why I don’t know? Yes, I want God to forgive me of my iniquity. I want God to have a loving heart. I want a God on whose shoulders I can lean on to. I want a God that’s merciful.

New Idioms

Out to Make a Fast Buck

Out to make a fast buck as an idiom means exploiting someone financially. When it comes to money matters he is a fast buck.

Butterfly

Butter fly was an idiom means being very happy. If I win a jackpot bumper, I will be a butterfly.

Covered with snow

Covered with snow means, encountering a problematic situation. In my life I don’t want to be covered with snow.

Ice

Ice means a cadaver. The ice was kept in the morgue.

Cut it Open

Cut it open as an idiom means examining the feelings of a person. Let me cut it open. I don’t like anybody cutting me open.

Tree of Knowledge

Tree of knowledge stands for a conspiracy. The writing and the logo of the 1$ Bill is a tree of knowledge.

Good Weather

Good weather represents a happy and pleasant life. Dear God, how I long for a life of good weather. Oh God Jehovah Jesus may my life from today onwards be one of good weather.

Pestilence

Pestilence means to have troubles and worries in life. I don’t want my life to be one of pestilences.

Tongue of the Serpent

Tongue of the serpent means to speak falsely. I don’t indulge with the tongue of the serpent.

Flight of Birds

Flight of Birds represents a huge windfall gain. Oh Dear God Jehovah Jesus may I have the flight of birds tomorrow.

Green

Green stands for being wealthy. Oh God, let be green on this earth.

Blessing as an idiom means a life of joy. Oh God, let my life be a blessing.

Bloom

Bloom means to have an orgasm. I bloomed in her.

Kangaroo’s pouch

Kangaroo’s pouch as an idiom means to take bribes.  The corrupt official takes the kangaroo’s pouch.

Dry Fruits

Dry fruit represents something lucky to happen after waiting for a long period of time. I hope a dry fruit will happen to me as soon as possible.

Climbing Ladders

Climbing ladders shows a person with optimism. In my walk of life I am climbing ladders.

Bracelet

Bracelet means a beautiful woman. Princess Diana was a bracelet.

On the Roof

On the roof stands for a lucky phase in one’s life. Yes my days will be transformed into standing on the roof.

On fire

On fire means to have a troubled mind. I don’t wish my life to be on fire.

Shark

Shark as an idiom means to be an aggressive person. When it comes to matters of business he is a shark.

Opera

Opera stands for a work of art. Picasso’s Guernica is an opera.

Forest

Forest as an idiom means to have a mind of lively imagination. Sometimes my mind is a forest.

Garden of Eden

Garden of Eden is to have a life of comfort, ease and luxury. I pine my life for it to be a Garden of Eden.

Saving Pennies

Saving Pennies means to be very stingy. In my life I am not saving pennies.

September 4th 2019

Morning serenaded as a poem of a beloved. Listened attentively to the chirping and tweeting of birds. Since the exams were going on I did not have classes to take. The sky chirped in an aura of colors. God Jehovah Jesus is the creator of beauty and he is the master architect. I sincerely thank him for all the blessings given. It is said in the Bible: What is beautiful: think about these things.

Life lives in me a like a poetry of art. I am the potter’s clay and I am yielding on the porter to make me perfect. I thank the potter for making me sufficient and self reliant.

For some time now, I was caught up in a tug of war between Satan and Christ. When things don’t work right I lean towards Satanism. But now I am a reformed proselyte and I am returning o the father like a prodigal son. Yes, my heavenly father is taking two steps when I am taking one step to welcome me. Satan tempted me to slander and tamper the scripture and I did. But in repentance I have deleted all content and I have asked God Jehovah for forgiveness. Yes, he is a loving God wanting to accept and rejoice with the prodigal son who is returning.

Read through the story of creation. Read how Adam and Eve were created in the likeness of God and they created the original sin. This sin has been redeemed with the sacrificial blood Christ spread on the cross. I am always asking God to make me stay away from sin. Yes, the wages of sin is death. I with all humility ask God to make me humble and thankful. I can’t count his blessings.

I walked with nature with a poetic heart. Nature’s colors were a musical joy to feast. The lullaby of the birds resounded with an aura of pleasantness. I feel so happy and contented with the world. The Word is the world given to me. Yes, salvation and eternal life in heaven mean much to me. Trucks from the quarry are carrying metal and roaring through the road. The aroma of an old flame became a visceral entity. The soul is the seat of all beauty and passion. It’s gift rendered by God. Oh God I seek your mercy and grace. Cover me with your precious feathers. Let me be grounded on your love. Remember not my iniquity. Help me live long to see my grandchildren frolicking.

Every day I am trying to devote myself to the garden of writing. I hope Oh God that in the garden of writing all flowers will be in full bloom. Music drips heavy on each word. The silence of nature is a deafness of beauty. The brook that’s murmuring is a hymn sung to heaven. Psalms are floating merrily through the sky. The waltz of nature is God’s beauty incarnated. Oh, dear and loving God….please look into my heart as I am gravitating towards you….Make me an art , celestial symphony. Oh Lord, I got to be at peace with myself. No matter what, I got to be serene in the heart. Lord I have only one life on earth and make this life, peaceful and blessed. ‘Give me the kindness that passeth all understanding.’ Nature is wearing her celestial robes. The clouds are canoe moving hazily across the sky. Lord, teach me the mysteries of nature. Help me understand the rhythms of nature. Let me hear the celestial poetry of the heavens. Let me immerse my soul in the beauty and harmony of your being. My being is God the maker. Life is short on earth and the eternal life with God in the Heavens is the joy and beauty of life ahead. Lord, rein a Manna of Blessing. Lord as your command says: it’s a joy to love thy neighbor as thy self. In you oh Lord, I have realized the